Gawai Nyobeng 2018 at Kampung Gumbang

Gawai Nyobeng 2018 at Kampung Gumbang

After more than 10 years, I finally returned to Kampung Gumbang with my family for the 2018 Gawai Nyobeng.

Once celebrated to welcome warriors from headhunting activities, since its ban by the first White Rajah, Gawai Nyobeng is seen as a ceremony for conducting ritual bathing and feeding of the skulls that were captured by the villagers’ ancestors back in the olden days. On June 30, I had the chance to witness the Gawai Nyobeng ritual that marked the end of the harvest month.

 

Journey to Kampung Gumbang

It was a Saturday and my aunt picked me up from home at 6 o’clock in the morning. There were 5 of us in the car: my aunt, cousin, mother and my aunt Roseline. My sister and her boyfriend Mike were already at the village as they were helping out with the preparation.

Before we set off to Kampung Gumbang, we had our breakfast in one of the Chinese restaurants at 7th mile. We didn’t eat much as there would be plenty of food for us to eat at the celebration.

We arrived in Kampung Gumbang at about 9 o’clock in the morning. Many things had changed at the village, from the newly paved roads to the new baruk. Some of the village houses had been renovated as well.

My family and I at Gawai Kpg Gumbang
Good morning exercise

While there was some change in the village, lots of things have stayed the same. I still saw big rocks all around the village and got to see plenty of familiar faces. Even after so many years, the villagers still keep up with their old Gawai tradition.

It’s a good thing that my aunt Amy and her family are local residents of the village. She said we could spend a night at her place if we’d like to. Her house sits deep inside the village. To get there, we needed to walk up a hilly road. It was tiring but undeniably good exercise for everyone.

On our way up, we stumbled upon a local man. He was sitting alone by the roadside. I’d say he was actually sitting in a drain. My aunt Roseline greeted him but there was no response. He looked drunk and delusional. Maybe he was drunk…

 

Morning activities

Family bonding

We reached Amy’s house at about 9:30 in the morning. Her family was busy cooking. We joined them for breakfast. We had tea and local food such as pulut, sio bee, and some of my uncle King’s homemade snacks.

We also ate tebuduk, a local Bidayuh delicacy made of pulut flour and palm sugar which gets slowly cooked in bamboo. It is brown in colour and has a sticky texture. The only time I get to eat tebuduk is when Amy’s mom makes it. There are not many people who make it these days

Tebuduk, local delicacy in Sarawak
Tebuduk
Pulut
Pulut, a type of glutinous rice

After breakfast, we went out for a walk. That morning the sun was shining brightly. It was indeed a good time for photographing our surroundings.

Just outside of the house were bamboos sitting nicely on a fire. Inside those bamboos were meat (chicken or pork) and tapioca leaves or ‘daun bandung’. There was also pork barbecued outside not far from Amy’s house.

Pulut in the making
Delicious pulut in the making
Ayam Pansuh
A traditional cooking method
Pork wraps
What’s inside of those wraps? Pork!

There were big rocks all around me and they have always fascinated me. Do you know that they once fell from the surrounding mountains?

A big rock at Kampung Gumbang
First, let me climb this rock.
Me sitting on a big rock
Ah… I did it.

Since we don’t always get to travel together as a family, we took the opportunity to photograph ourselves. Taking group photos is a must!

Gawai Kpg Gumbang with my family
Family time
Lying down on a big rock
I can do this all day!
My aunt is afraid of the sun
Perhaps my aunt knew that it would rain later in the day
A sunny day at Kpg Gumbang
A small bridge that leads to the baruk
A dog at Kampung Gumbang
Woof!

Exploring the local scene

I walked up to the baruk which is also known as the head house (a circular house with a cone-shaped roof), where I saw more people dressed in colourful Bidayuh costumes. Some of the dayaks from Kalimantan were also there for the celebration.

The celebration would be held at the baruk at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Although the ritual had not started, we could see many people at the baruk and the verandah next to it. It wasn’t just the local villagers who came to the celebration but also foreign visitors and local visitors from other villages.

Gawai Nyobeng at Kpg Gumbang
We could hear loud music and singing happening right here
A young boy doing a ritual dance
A young boy doing a ritual dance at the baruk
Baruk at Kampung Gumbang
This is how the old baruk looks

As I explored the baruk, I stopped and stared at the skulls hanging on the roof. I was not allowed to point my finger at them. I just looked at them and kept my opinions to myself. I also took the opportunity to play with gongs. I had the chance to speak to my sister’s friends who came to the ceremony for research.

Skulls hanging from the roof
Can you see skulls hanging from the roof?
Local and foreign visitors at the Gawai Nyobeng celebration
My sister and her friends from the Sarawak museum
Gongs
Gongs
2018 Gawai Nyobeng at Kpg Gumbang
Getting to know the Bidayuh people of Kampung Gumbang
Bidayuh women at Kampung Gumbang
Bidayuh women
Kpg Gumbang Village Chief
The man in this photo is the chief of the village

Not long after, I went to the verandah to snap photos of me and my family, along with the chief of the village. While I was at it, my sister’s boyfriend kept himself busy taking video of the event. You should see his video; I think it’s really well done!

At about 12 o’clock in the afternoon, we headed back to Amy’s house for lunch. She had made us a good lunch. There was sure a lot of food and my uncle King cooks very well! We drank beers and hung around the house until it was time to leave for the main event. The ritual was about to get started.

Delicious pork and stingray for lunch
Spicy stingray and pork soup specially prepared by my uncle King
Gawai lunch with family
Eating together like a family

 

Afternoon activities

Getting to the baruk

At about 2 in the afternoon, we walked to the baruk once again to join the Gawai Nyobeng ritual. At that time, the sky was starting to get cloudy.

By the time we reached the baruk, there were already so many people crammed in the baruk, on the verandah and all around the ritual area. I went inside the baruk just for a little while but left not long after as it was starting to get a little stuffy.

2018 Gawai Nyobeng
The verandah was packed with local and foreign visitors
Ritual offerings for the 2018 Gawai Nyobeng
Eggs — I don’t know what symbol they represent in this particular ritual, though
Offerings to the Bidayuh God and spirits
I believe these are offerings to the Bidayuh God and spirits

I went down the stairs of the baruk and headed off to the verandah where the altar of the ritual was. There, I took as many photos as I could as well as videos of the event.

Animal sacrifice

Many traditional rituals around the world require animal sacrifices. At Kampung Gumbang, livestock is used as a sacrifice. My aunt told me that a pig would be sacrificed that day. In fact, that was one of the main highlights of the day.

The participants of the ritual were all gathered at the verandah. It was difficult for me to watch everything that was happening at the time. The place was immensely crowded. What’s even more interesting is the place was even more crowded in the previous years. That’s insane!

Bidayuh women in their traditional costumes
Bidayuh women in their traditional costumes
Gawai Nyobeng's male participants
The ritual’s male participants
Gawai Kpg Gumbang
Some of the ritual’s female participants

Later, I saw the group of participants marching to the baruk as they carried a sack containing a helpless pig. It was literally squealing for its life. The pig was going to be sacrificed to the Bidayuh God and the spirits that guard the village.

In the meantime, I was watching local men shooting tree leaves using shotguns. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on and why they were doing that. Later, one of the young men next to me threw a firecracker (air bomb) to the ground and accidentally broke a water pipe. It burst and water started shooting up. How careless!

Locals shooting leaves using shotguns
Tree leaves shooting

It was that moment that I also heard the captured pig squealing for its life again. This time it was squealing even louder. I supposed it was about to be sacrificed. After sometime, it stopped making noise. I believe it was already dead.

After that, the male participants came down with one of them holding a rooster in his hand. The rooster looked puzzled. I wonder if it was aware of what was going to happen next.

Getting ready for the ritual
Getting ready for the ritual
Gawai Nyobeng participants
The event was packed with people

Soon, all the participants gathered on the verandah or tanju. They started to dance around it and cheer loudly. Their faces had red stains which looked like blood, but I found out from my sister a couple of days later that it wasn’t blood after all. Some of the males were also holding strands of leaves called daun peringat while dancing and hitting the leaves against the bodies of the people near them. The event is known as healing mass.

Here’s a video of the Gawai Nyobeng ritual

Suddenly, heavy rain started pouring and people quickly ran for cover. As for me, I didn’t mind the rain and continued to film the dance ritual. Despite the downpour, the ceremony had to continue. Everyone was wet.

When the rain got heavier, I decided to run for cover. While waiting for the rain to stop, I thought of the rooster I just saw. I never knew if the rooster remained alive or otherwise. It was likely killed. Poor rooster.

At about 4 o’clock in the afternoon, we walked back to Amy’s house. It was still raining. Along the way, we stopped by a communal hall for cold beverages. Food was also served, but none of us were hungry. After the rain stopped, we walked back to Amy’s house.

 

Evening time

Surviving the rain

Not long after we arrived back at Amy’s house, it started raining again. The rain was even heavier than before. Since there was nothing much to do, we continued eating and chit-chatting among ourselves.

We thought of leaving before dawn but my cousin was nowhere to be found. He was probably at his friend’s house. We couldn’t leave without him, so we decided to hang around the house a little longer.

Kpg Gumbang
At the neighbour’s house

While waiting for him, we went to the neighbour’s house. There was so much food served there, too. Some of the men were enjoying their karaoke session. As for me, I wouldn’t stop eating.

An hour later, my cousin came back. He brought his friends to the house, too. Since his friends came to the house, we stayed a little longer. The rain was too heavy for us to go anyway.

Visiting the new baruk

After 7 o’clock in the evening, we finally walked back to our car. We stopped by the newly built baruk to watch a local band perform. When we got there, most of the ritual participants were walking back home, probably to freshen up after the long day. We didn’t stay very long as we were already exhausted.

Young girls in their Bidayuh costumes
Young girls in their Bidayuh costumes
The new baruk at Kampung Gumbang
The new baruk

It’s a shame that we left early. Otherwise, we would’ve watched the bamboo climbing and inverse climbing demo that took place at the old baruk. The event is usually held in the afternoon but was delayed due to heavy rain.

 

My overall experience

Personally, I think it was a good and memorable experience. I don’t know how much longer the village will practise such a unique tradition. Although I am not always a fan of old cultures and superstitions, I do hope the younger generations will continue the Gawai Nyobeng tradition. I would love to join the celebration again in the future. I just hope that it will still be around by then.

The reason why I am saying this is because the chief of the village actually said now’s the time to experience it, with him and the rest of the old people, as we’ll never know if they’re going to be around next year or the years to come. They’re pretty old. With that in mind, I encourage people to come over next year to witness the event themselves.

Interested? Feel free to drop me a line!

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The Walking Writer

An ENTP who’s always thirsty for new adventures. Apart from music and writing, I’m also passionate about travel, art and entrepreneurship.

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